Lyrics:

Workin' Friday night down at the Alley
We're open late twelve lanes no wait you tally
She walked right in she said with a grin
I'll take lane eleven and shoe size ten
Let's set 'em up and we'll roll 'em again
Uh huh
She's a fine fine fine bowling baby
She's my my my bowling alley queen
She don't seem to see or even notice me
But she's all the woman a boy like me could need
She's got a pink bowling ball and oh man can she throw it
It makes my knees get weak just see the way that she holds it
When she follows through with that killer hook
She strides on back and don't even look
That's bowling cool and she wrote the book
Uh huh
She's a fine fine fine bowling baby
She's my my my bowling alley queen
She don't seem to see or even notice me
But she's all the woman a boy like me could need
She drinks diet Coke and she don't ever tease her hair
I like those black stretch pants and v-neck sweaters she always wears
And she never jumps or shouts or screams
She has an almost perfect swing
Her roll is hard and usually mean
Uh huh
She's a fine fine fine bowling baby
She's my my my my my my bowling alley queen
She don't seem to see or even notice me
But she's all the woman a boy like me could need
Last night I wore my new blue jeans combed back my hair with water
Trying hard to look cool and cas' just leanin' on the counter
Both hands in my pockets I watched her take off her bowling gloves
I don't know what this is but I think it must be love
Maybe some day she'll turn around smile and put her ball bag down
And say hey buddy sometime let's bowl a round uh huh
She's a fine fine fine bowling baby
She's my my my bowling alley queen
She don't seem to see or even notice me
But she's all the woman a boy like me could need
But she's all the woman a boy like me could need
But she's all the woman a boy like me could need